Fever in the Glass (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Copper sunset through the blinds

Frayed collar, dust on your sleeve

You handed me a glass with ice

Said nothing that I had to read

Paperbacks stacked by the door

A photograph in my wallet of you

I told myself not now, not yet

But your silence was something true

Pre-Chorus

Is this how it starts?

Slow and quiet, like a flame on the tongue

Is this where the falling begins?

Or is it just another year to stay young

Chorus

There's a fever in the glass

A warmth that burns when you pass

I'm holding my breath for the moment

When the room starts to turn

Verse 2

Your mother made soup on the stove

The smell drifted through my window

You showed up unannounced, said nothing but smiled

Like you knew something I didn't understand

We talked about everything and nothing

Said things like we would never say

I let my guard down with your eyes locked on mine

And for a second, time just stopped in the gray

Pre-Chorus

Is this how it starts?

Slow and quiet, like a flame on the tongue

Is this where the falling begins?

Or is it just another year to stay young

Chorus

There's a fever in the glass

A warmth that burns when you pass

I'm holding my breath for the moment

When the room starts to turn

Bridge

We don't need a name, we don't need a date

Just these four walls and a cup of tea

Maybe this is the beginning of letting go

Or maybe it's just the quiet before you leave

Chorus

There's a fever in the glass

A warmth that burns when you pass

I'm holding my breath for the moment

When the room starts to turn